She cuts her shirts up and makes leg warmers and gloves
Her last haircut was a gigantic FAIL ( in her mind, I love it ) and so she now wears a black beret ( the very one pictured above ) every single day every single second.
She sings in the shower, like full on American Idol busting out trills and deep growls and high notes. Example from today Oh love, everyone neeeeeeds ( think windows shattering ) love baby, you and I must work this OUT OH BABY ( think angry bull moose )
She went from Ever to Everkins to Kins and now calls our baby Kenny. Yes, the same name as some undead kid on South Park.
She believes in the power of a booty shakin dance to raise the spirits.
I have never heard her talk badly about anyone, except to say that a girl was not nice to her specifically. She doesn't gossip and she doesn't have a mean bone in her body.
She takes a musical theatre class once a week and is killin it. Making friends and having so much fun.
She gets giddy over decorations, and is completely crafty in a way I have never been and never will be. She made awesome Halloween decorations out of thin air. Think a glass full of weird objects used red marker to bleed into the water and make it red, then wrote DRINK ME on the outside. Think plastic lizards she cut in half and lay on a tray with red ketchup in between. Think fake fingernails in front of our fake gravestones outside, and ghosts made of tissue. She's crafty / she's what I like / She's crafty / And she's just my type ( Beastie Boys, anyone? )
She's a girl, with a girlish heart and girlish observations. By that, I mean that as my first girl, Lola has shocked me this last year with her evenly and matter of factly laid out observations on my behavior and life. Daughters observe you in a way that sons do not, they see the inner workings of your heart and objects and motivations. Daughters SEE YOU. When I was pregnant, Lola was the first one to ask how I was feeling, and had the baby moved that day, and to remark how tired I must be after taking care of kids all day. The other day she told me that although I had been snappy ( I had just apologized ) she totally understood because things with Dakota are hard right now, and she knows your heart is hurting, Momma. He's your son, and you took care of him like you do Ever, and you love him and of course you are missing him like crazy right now. That's part of what makes you such a good Momma, you love us all the way.
All the way, Lola.
She still sneeze farts. :)
